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"Don't move! Stand still!" A group of police officers rushed in.

At the same time, a hand grabbed Song Lingge's arm and pulled her into a safe position.

Song Lingge turned around and asked, "Where did you go? I didn't see you just now?"

While watching the play, Song Lingge wanted to have a few words with the man next to her, only to find that Qiao Nansheng was gone.

However, she was too busy watching the show to care where Qiao Nansheng had gone.

"Why didn't you look for me if you didn't see me?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

How was she supposed to answer that? Should she say she was at the theater and couldn't leave?

Song Lingge was quite embarrassed and tried to argue in a slightly coquettish way: "I have to watch the shop! The boss can't leave."

Qiao Nansheng tapped her on the head as if he saw through everything, then helplessly indulged her.

"By the way, who called the police?" Song Lingge asked. But then she guessed it must have been Qiao Nansheng; no wonder he had disappeared for a while.

"If they really start fighting, the shop will suffer heavy losses, not to mention I don't want to have to stay up late to wash dishes and sweep the floor."

Song Lingge tilted her head and leaned lightly on his shoulder, giving him a thumbs up: "As expected of Qiao, well done!"

By this time, the police had already subdued all the troublemakers and were escorting them downstairs.

"Who's the boss?"

Song Lingge instinctively wanted to step forward, but Song Jianmei stopped her.

"Officer, I'm the boss."

"Then come with us to find out what's going on and make a statement."

Song Lingge worriedly pulled Song Jianmei back. These disputes were caused by her, and she didn't want Song Jianmei to get involved.

"Aunt, let me go!"

Song Jianmei patted her hand and gave her a calm smile: "I'm more familiar with the shop than you are. Go home early, you've been busy all day, don't let your grandparents worry."

Whenever something happens, it's Song Lingge who steps up to clean up the mess, even though she's just a young girl in her early twenties.

This was the first time Song Jianmei realized that she should stand up for herself.

She knew the whole story; it made no difference whether Song Lingge went or she went.

From now on, she no longer wanted to hide behind Song Lingge; she wanted to protect her from the wind and rain.

After the farce ended, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng arranged for the shop staff to clean up the shop, and then left work early.

In the huge shop, only the two of them remained.

"Aren't you going back yet?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

"I want to wait for my aunt."

Song Jianmei is just going to give a statement, it shouldn't take long.

The way Song Lingge stood at the door, eagerly waiting, really looked like a child waiting for her mother to come home.

Qiao Nansheng came over, closed the door, and pulled her to sit down on the sofa.

"I won't be back so soon, have a seat!"

“I’m worried about my aunt; she has a long-standing fear of going to the police station.”

An ordinary rural woman has gone to the police station several times in recent years, but it's never for anything good.

Although life is getting better and better, Song Jianmei's good days are hard-won.

"You have to trust Aunt Song. Since she brought it up herself, she must have been fully prepared."

"Perhaps!" Song Lingge lowered her head thoughtfully.

Two other people went with her, and with that person there, Song Lingge always felt that things weren't so simple.

Even if the situation wasn't complicated, she believed that person had the ability to complicate things.

"Has Uncle Song's matter with Aunt Song been resolved?"

"It's considered resolved! My aunt already knows about his child with Zhou Songmei, so she plans to sever ties with him."

The relationship has been severed, so the problem must be solved.

It's easy to sever ties with her, but blood ties are unbreakable; how can they be completely severed?

Then, there was a moment of silence.

Song Lingge looked up and saw Qiao Nansheng's conflicted expression, and said, "Your family has so many people, such a large clan, yet you are still so harmonious. It's truly enviable!"

"Writer Song, your envy sounds a bit like a peddler praising his own wares!"

"Wang Po selling melons?"

"Yes, it's self-praise."

Song Lingge was full of question marks, completely baffled by Qiao Nansheng's words.

"Aren't you also a member of this family?"

Qiao Nansheng's teasing did not cheer Song Lingge up; instead, it made her even more upset.

Song Lingge asked, "With a family like mine, are you really still planning to be with me?"

Qiao Nansheng placed his hands on Song Lingge's shoulders, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.

The man said clearly, word by word, "What does my liking for you have to do with your family?"

Song Lingge sighed; this was the difference between her and Qiao Nansheng.

At this time, Qiao Nansheng was just a naive young man in his early twenties, who had never experienced the hardships of life.

But Song Lingge was different. She had already lived her life, seen and experienced everything.

She knew that if love involved the desire to stay together forever and marriage, it was no longer just a love between two people.

That was a clash between two families.

Qiao Nansheng's talent and character are undeniable. However, if Qiao Nansheng's family were like Fang Guanghua's, would she still have agreed to be with him? After experiencing such disgusting and terrifying things in her past life, would she still be able to step into the whirlpool of love without hesitation?

She suddenly realized that her feelings for Qiao Nansheng were not as simple as they seemed.

Qiao Nansheng's family atmosphere was a plus for him.

Song Lingge liked Qiao Nansheng's family atmosphere. Whether in her past life or in this life, or in her longing for it, she always pursued a normal and loving family.

"Nobody likes a life full of trivialities and drama," Song Lingge replied awkwardly.

She felt a pang of guilt towards Qiao Nansheng.

"So that's what you think? That makes a lot of sense."

Hearing Qiao Nansheng's words, Song Lingge's mood became even more depressed.

"But I don't think so. The girl I like can face even the most trivial and dramatic things with composure. She even helped her relatives, whose lives were also full of drama, to start a new life. I don't think anyone wouldn't like a girl like that, with such an interesting life."

"Of course, I'm selfish. I'm afraid someone else will try to take her away, so I'll hold on to her tightly. Whoever lets go of such a treasure of a girl will only end up making a mess of things."

As Qiao Nansheng spoke, he tightened his grip on Song Lingge's hand.

The warmth of her palms instantly transferred from one hand to the other. Song Lingge felt her world suddenly become vibrant and dazzling.

No matter what storms lie ahead, as long as the person in front of her doesn't let go, she will never let go of his hand again.

Based on her experience from the previous life, she refused to believe that she could make a mess of things in this life.

“If you were just trying to trap me with those words, I don’t agree to that,” Song Lingge suddenly said.